This extremely bloody and terrifying scene made the rebels rushing over from all directions stunned for a moment!

A fear from the depths of their souls gripped them!

Yin Yao happened to see this shocking knife strike through the gap in the car curtain!

The figure in black armor bathed in blood and rain, and the ferocious blade that cuts through all obstacles, are like a demon descending to the world!

The image of the calm, introverted, and even somewhat alienated "person who refuses marriage" in her memory was instantly separated and reunited!

The huge impact made her mind go blank, and she even forgot about fear!

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Zhao Muyun roared like a tiger roaring in the mountains!

The Embroidered Spring Sword swept across, and the two rebels who rushed up were like being hit by a huge hammer. Their weapons broke, their bones and tendons were shattered, and they flew backwards screaming!

The torrent of cavalry behind him also crashed into the rebel army!

The narrow terrain restricted the cavalry's detour, but maximized its impact!

With swords slashing and iron hooves trampling, the rebels besieging the convoy were instantly scattered!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Yang Yi was so frightened watching this on the cliff!

He never expected that his carefully planned ambush would run into the evil star Zhao Muyun!

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he ordered a retreat without hesitation!

The remaining rebels were like stray dogs, abandoning the bodies of their companions and fleeing desperately towards the north entrance of the canyon and the mountains on both sides.

The battle ended unusually quickly.

From the appearance of Zhao Muyun to the rout of the rebels, it took only a short time of a stick of incense.

The canyon was littered with corpses and the smell of blood was so thick that it could not be dispelled.

The guards of Prince Jin's Mansion suffered heavy casualties, and the palace guards also suffered considerable losses.

Next to Yin Yao's carriage, there were several rebel corpses lying there, their bodies chopped beyond recognition by the Xiuchun swords. It was a shocking sight.

Zhao Muyun reined in his warhorse and pointed his embroidered spring sword at the ground. The blood dripping from the tip of the sword formed dark red spots in the dust.

His eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the devastated battlefield.

Finally, it landed on the luxurious carriage whose curtains were split open, revealing a shivering figure inside.

"Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and count the losses!"

He gave the order in a deep voice, his voice carrying the iron-blooded flavor of battlefield smoke.

Then he dismounted, handed the bloody knife to Li Si, and strode towards Yin Yao's carriage.

The curtains were completely destroyed.

Yin Yao curled up in the corner, her face as pale as paper, her luxurious dress stained with the rebels' blood and sawdust from the carriage, making her look extremely miserable.

She raised her head, her beautiful eyes that were once filled with stubbornness and willfulness.

At this moment, all that was left was the confusion of surviving a disaster and a deep, almost unconcealable shock. She stared blankly at the man who walked to the front of the car.

Zhao Muyun's tall figure blocked the light and cast a shadow.

There were still traces of fresh blood on his armor, and his stern face showed no emotion. He just stared calmly at the girl in the car.

"Princess!"

His voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness from returning from the battlefield, but it strangely had a calming power.

"Scared. The rebels have retreated. It's safe."

Yin Yao's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The man in front of her, who had just saved her life like a god of death and had once cruelly rejected her, now became extremely complicated and unfamiliar in her eyes.

Fear, gratitude, humiliation, shock...all kinds of emotions surged in her heart.

......

Shuozhou, the headquarters of the Pinglu Commandery Commandant.

The atmosphere was equally solemn.

Han Zhong sat in the main seat, with Lin Feng and Wang Tiezhu sitting on both sides.

Standing below was a dusty man wearing a fur coat with obvious grassland features. He was the trusted envoy sent by Murong Chunhua, named Amur.

His eyes were sharp, with the arrogance unique to grassland people, and he looked straight at Han Zhong.

"General Han!"

Amur's voice was loud and testy, "My young clan leader ordered me to come here. First, to greet Lord Zhao, and second... to ask if Lord Zhao's previous promise still stands. It seems things are not going well in Shuozhou..."

He was hinting at something, and it was obvious that he had already known the news of the court's impeachment and Zhao Muyun's departure.

Han Zhong's expression was calm, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, and then put it down, looking directly at Amur:

"Young Patriarch Murong, I thank you on your behalf for your regards. Your promise is more than a thousand pounds, so it will naturally count. As for Shuozhou..."

A cold smile played on his lips. "What's the point of a few clownish noises? My Shuozhou army is well prepared, ready for battle, and as solid as a rock!"

He leaned forward slightly, and an invisible pressure was released:

"Your tribe, over a thousand elite cavalry, suddenly appeared on the Xichuan grasslands, traveling light and without any tribe members. What are your intentions? Are you coming to submit as promised, or... do you have other plans?"

"Young Patriarch Murong sent you here, it's not just to say hello, right?"

Amur was intimidated by Han Zhong's momentum, his eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure:

"General Han, you are too kind. We, the warriors of the Murong tribe, always keep our promises!"

"Since the clan leader lost to Lord Zhao, he swore allegiance and will not break his word!"

"We came here this time on the orders of the tribe leader to go ahead and explore the route, familiarize ourselves with the environment, and prepare for the subsequent migration of the tribe!"

"At the same time, let's also check out Shuozhou... Is it really as Lord Zhao said, a place worthy of the Murong tribe's trust?"

"oh?"

Han Zhong remained silent, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "If you're so sincere, why don't you just come with your entire clan? Instead, why are you deploying troops on the border as a test?"

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